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On Sunday we had a very tragic, sudden, and unexplainable death in our family. When I found out at 10:30pm Sunday evening, I hung up the phone, sat down quietly at my kitchen table and stared at the wall for 45 minutes. We have lost many people in our family too soon to drugs and because of their addictions you are almost always waiting for the call but this was totally different. She was healthy. I couldn't even cry because it just wasn't real. The reality of what happened didn't hit me until I got home to Baltimore so the last few days have been a whirlwind of emotions, of ups and downs, of trying to make sense of it all. Yesterday was the first time I was alone as I rode the bus back to New York and I cried the whole way. My dad called me and told me the doctors came to the house and said they couldn't find a cause of death. Nothing was abnormal. He had to go and I couldn't be alone so I called J and he talked me through the whole thing. He let me share the tragedy of it all and just listened to me try to make sense of it. There was an older man in his late 60s sitting in front of me shaking his head and I felt embarrassed for sharing such tragic news outloud but I needed to talk to someone. When I got off the phone, he turned around and I fully expected him to scold me but instead he said, "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and I wanted to say I'm sorry for your loss and I understand. My best friend just died on Friday." We talked the rest of the bus ride about life, about friendship, about music. He told me I looked like I could use a friend right now and he's there for me. @brenebrown once said, "The two most powerful words when we're in struggle: me too." You never know who is going through what, so just like Joe, we should always turn around and lend someone an ear, a hand, and our hearts